400 Bar (Freestyle)

Yo
You gonna witness my music, confusin’ ways
Who in the sake of God would introduce my name
I’ve been secluded and viewed as a true insane
Ludicrous loser, abuser, there’s few to say
I think I’m losin’ a huge fuckin’ screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain’t gonna ruin me
With all your stupid, subliminal amusement games
I’ll keep producin’ my tunes, never losin’ faith
I’m at the point where I avoid this drama spreadin’
Either you feed into this shit or be a man a forget it
I know I said a lot stupid shit but do I regret it?
Nah, y’all can kiss the cheeks of my ass if offended
I’m gettin’ sick of these snowflake generational bitches
Misses I’m always fuckin’ right when you know that you isn’t
Like have a fuckin’ sense of humor or you’ll have an incision into your fuckin’ head
‘Cause that’s the situation that’s given
I’m livin’ up to the top ‘cause this is my only shot
To go and murder these beats, whether you like it or not
I’m bout’a write ‘til my mother fuckin’ mind has dropped
I ain’t quittin’ now ‘cause this is really all that I got to keep it major
A piece of me is half of this paper
You mother fuckers buggin’ over shit that I say but
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger
When I’m bitchin’ at my ex ‘cause I barely can stand her
I’m not surprised everybody don’t like me
You ridiculin’ everything I say
Despite being a cock suckin’, mother fuckin’ dick, bite me
I’m not somebody that you should be takin’ lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
We’ll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I’ll be at your mom’s by nine and we’ll be fuckin’ all night
Disregard the rubber
I’ma pull out in the middle when I start to fuck her
And you’ll be left in your life with a retarded brother
Yeah I said it cock suckers, did I start to stutter? Nah
I’m a true mother fucker, I’m just tryna make my bread and butter off of this shit
Man it’s no wonder that my hungers always drivin’ me
This undeniably the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety
I’m not for that
If you talking smack, I got no problem knockin’ you right on your ass
The villain’s back, you want beef? Then fine you got it
Topic of discussion mother fucker, that’s all I wanted
Because my rhymes are lethal like a fire beneath you
I’ll decide if I’m livin’ my life violent or peaceful
So don’t come at me and expect that I won’t say shit
Bitch I will murder you so bad up on this mic you will quit
And possibly may have to rethink why you ever came at me first
When you know I’ll shrink you to size so you can fit in this urn
You faggots will never learn so homie just wait your turn
You fuckin’ just with the villain, you’ll get what you all deserve
My pen is like the revolver, ammo is all the words
Firing back at all of these pussy, faggots and nerds
I’m waiting ‘til I return, the fuckin’ gift and a curse
Forget tryna get the earth, I want the whole universe to hear what I fuckin’ say
So shut up and just observe
I’m hearin’ too many chirps, I’m flippin’ you all the bird
Be ready when I emerge to murder you on the verse, you pussy
I be back and I’m practically slashin’ your ass
With these raps that I stash on my pad
If you faggots attack me, I’ll lash on your ass
With this fire burnin’ passion I have, that would drive me insane
Fuckin’ I be in pain but the stakes are too high
So I can’t walk away, gotta aim for the sky
Gonna stay ‘til die ‘cause one day you will rest me
Right next these legends, the best of the best is the next me
So why second guess me?
Faggots, you naggin’? That’s fine, go ahead keep on laughin’
‘Cause that’s what has fueled me through most of my music
You fools lookin’ stupid, you losers are clueless
I knew you was not on my side, you a fake in disguise
I just hate all you guys who would claim you would ride and just die for me, lyin’ to me
I’m not surprise, I can’t wait see your face when I’m signed ‘cause I be
Comin’ at you with the dopest rhymes, the coldest lines
The classical flow you might just recognize
Hear the lyrics from the poster child
The one you mother fuckers hate and would poke his style, fuck dissin’
You really wanna fight the real me?
Fine, put down the mic and just try to kill me
Do your best bitch, go head oh wait, you can’t
You just a mother fuckin’ pussy who just shits his pants
I ain’t gon’ sit here and just argue
I guarantee if my shit erupts, I’ll draw more attention than a cartoon
The Chronicles was ripped apart due to the lyrics and comparisons
But I’m still havin’ a part two
So thank you for the criticism you cunt
Mr. I ain’t never spoke a fuckin’ word to you once
Suck on a dick and lick up the after spit on nuts, you fuckin’ dumb
Half of y’all can’t even do what I’ve done
Never was out rhymed, I climb this mountain to outshine
All of my competition who just sits there and doubt’s my crazy ways
Who hates my mouth, why? My foul lines only contain two shots
Bitch, it’s about time that you hear me now
‘Cause I was a skinny clown the second I came around
Now I’m feastin’ on the game and I think I gained like eighty pounds
Waive this gun around inside of this stadium
Packed to the ceilin’, do you feel me now?
My rhymin’ patterns are just masterful
Matter a fact natural, your shit is trash and laughable with a capital L
Causin’ collateral damage put me in a rabbit hole but lookin’ back
I happen to see that my fuckin’ glass is full so
It’s like a message in a bottle
My lyrics sealed so you can’t even follow
You ain’t gonna know shit the second I close in
And beat on your fuckin’ head like AP did to his own kid
I’m comin’ in with extended rounds, amount? Too many to count
Wow, there’s plenty of clowns
Now it’s just kind’a common to hear these people go off on me like I’m fuckin’ Madana
But at least with my fans, I never let ‘em down
Barely just where I wannabe
Probably not even close to the fuckin’ finish line, sneakin’ around
Follow me like a prodigy, nearin’ something now, I just gotta be
This not a dream, I don’t wanna sleep
Part me wants to get up and demolish these mother fuckers critiquin’ me
Have to decency, Jesus I can’t believe this
You treatin’ me like a piece of fuckin’ garbage
And equally makin’ me feel completely like I ain’t need to be here
Just wastin’ my fuckin’ time
And I recently thought if I easily said the fuck with this shit
Got up and left it peacefully
I would be seemingly just feedin’ into your selfish and greedy, deceitfully ways
That you frequently, secretly are givin’ me
But I guess that’s now what beefin’ means
Just like a story book from a folktale
You hoes still can’t even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin’ your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you do what your told still
I guess your a broke fail, you softer than oatmeal
You wanna promote sales like Howie Mandel, I look at him like no deal
We not even bro’s still so you can just
Poke me back, my flow’s like magic
You know the fact that I’m no fanatic
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your whole album
I don’t need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I’m the baddest like what up
I’m just sittin’ on back
Watchin’ this game fall and collapse from the point where I’m at
What happened to battle rap, actually rap in general?
It’s not even impressive to be a rapper anymore
No one gives a flyin’ fuck if you’s a flashy star
Money you fag retards spend on these gats and cars
We want them nasty bars, don’t care if your track is hard
You could be wack or smart, just fuckin’ act the part
Y’all rappers ain’t shit, basically fakes, you pussy
I’m not a gangsta but it’s a big mistake to push me
I’ve gone crazed I’m back, all in your face I know ya
To the pavement as I grab a grenade launcher
And I spray your ass like I’m a crazy mobster
‘Cause I’m turnin’ back into that old ragin’ monster
Face it you cock suckers, I’m a legend of apex
My brains upside down so whenever I take tests
I end up with straight F’s but that shit is common
Fuck safe sex, rip the latex and condoms
I hit my rock bottom, but I still believe there’s potential
All I really need a ladder, chair or a step stool
To get my ass outta this dreadful pit that I’m in, this shit is stressful
I may have had too many Red Bull’s
My parents don’t even know I’m rappin’ here yet
‘Cause they probably get mad as shit and send my ass out to med school
No disrespect to the docs, nurses and vets
But if I became a doctor and had a patient who has been, in a serious accident
I’d pull the plug and let his ass sleep to death
Might as well just let God take the rest
Oh fuck, this what we doing now?
I got the baddest pedigree that you have just ever seen
Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a man and his legacy
My chemistry with this game is literally off the chains
Got the dictionary already stuffed inside my brain
I got blod on the mic, I’m kinda just psycho
Whoops, I mis-spelled blood no wait, that’s a type-o
Oh shit, here we go with the puns, I like those
Bitches suck me out harder than fatty’s with lipo’s
You annoy me John, your fuckin’ nuts
I know
So that’s why I roll up on you like five-0
Look at Kendrick man, he’s one of my idols
I would love to meet ‘em if only my albums went viral, but I know that there’s
No sleep ‘til
Ah shit, I get a deal

Goddamn
Alright, let me get back to reality here
Ayo, this game is all I ever wanted from
The second I heard that 50 album, I kinda felt like this shit is what got me hooked
Illmatic, Mathers and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin’ them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep and Fugees had me wanna look
Back at some older tracks and that’s when LL really just got me good
Radio was unbelievable, I had to throw some homage to one of the greatest of all time
That album’s hard as fuck
Guess it kind’a felt good to have something more than just comic books up in my life
Shit was just not enough, I couldn’t just be a fan
I had to learn how to rap so I would study them
Learn all I can off these greats, never forget when I produced my first tape
I pretended like I was Dr. Dre
Everyone wanted to be what they saw on TV
And I just wanted to be whatever I heard up on CD, shit
Now I ain’t gon’ be bias
Y’all should’a known that I got the skills to rhyme shit
It’s no surprise that I have broke the silence
I’m a mother fuckin’ asshole that no one likes, shit
All of my life I promote this violence
Show the mileage that I fuckin’ took to fly up in this bitch
My rhymes can be overpriced but I don’t mind, I’m iller than corona virus
Ah wait, that line’s weak, let me enhance this shit
I’m iller than a cancer kid
No wait, that line’s worse, you can’t say that shit
We live in a world where that comes off as offensive
For once can you just understand this much?
Alright fine, don’t get your panties all up in a bunch
Like Jesus Christ, this world is soft
I can’t even say the word fag without a fag just gettin’ ticked off
Fool me once, it’s strike one
Fool me twice, it’s strike three and that’s how it’s gonna be
Step on my shoes, I’ll step on your face wearin’ cleats
My Air Max 90’s, you can’t fuck with these
You little bitch, I’m an evil sensation
I’m patiently waitin’ ‘til I go and make a name
It’s the same two steps that I be takin’ like everyday
Eventually I just gotta walk right up in the game, right?
Shit, someone better grab me now the
Party hats
Tell me where this party’s at, I just had a bottle of Jack
Now I got your momma mad, drivin’ out her Pontiac
Swerve, ran a couple kids over and killed their sorry ass
I rather have a heart attack than just hear another mumble rapper
Rap about stupid shit that I never asked
The fuck’s a Playboi Cardi? The guy cannot rap
Drops an LP that immediately goes in the trash
This mother fuckin’, cock suckin’, dick rubbin’, ball bustin’, leg humpin’ bitch
Better watch her fuckin’ guard
You fuckin’ eyeball me one more time
I will tie a rope around your ponytail and drag you off the truck my car
You better remain calm in this game son
It took eight months to finally trust all of my day one’s
I ate crumbs for most of my life, even the body of Christ at church
I still couldn’t take one
My head’s a mess and I think I might’a just said it best
My brain swerves from right to left like the letter S
I got the Wu-Tang vibes, ya better protect ya neck
Or ya ass will get shot next like, ha
Ain’t no way you gonna stop me now
This drama pops out when I’m not around
Need to add Olivia Holt to my body count
You can sit on my face girl, I gotta potty mouth
Nobody wants me now, why? ‘Cause I’m an asshole
Who says all these fag jokes and laughs at these retards who kinda act slow
But whoa, let’s not try to cross any lines, fuck that, give me the bat yo
Let me just smash couple heads back, got a fetish for aluminum bats
Go ahead, why don’t you ask my last girlfriend
She’ll probably vouch for that, get knock down twice
But still come bouncin’ back, oh now what’s that?
Couple rounds of Jack?
I don’t mind if I do, how many shots can I spew?
Let’s play a game, the first one to get alcohol poisonin’ wins
And I’m already down two
So try your best to beat me, you can’t do it
I drank so much in my life that I became stupid
Who the fuck would wanna play my dang music?
I fire at the doubt so I can just aim through it
But don’t confuse it
This game is all I ever needed, everything else just fuckin’ useless
I put my two cents in
Believe my true friends when they tell me there is a chance that I can do this
A wise man would say, I’m tryna be what I’m destined to be
But you tryna take my life away
So by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin’ way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin’ up in dirt
Just to find a fuckin’ way to reach up to the fuckin’ surface, then I’m do it, screw it
The hell do I gotta lose, nothing
I’m’a go and get what I know I deserve ‘cause
This my indicator, I’m bout’a make a name for myself
If I don’t brace for the ceiling, then the dang floor
Is all that I would aim for, I’m just an entertainer
And your a fuckin’ hater so, see ya later
There’s nothin’ greater than takin’ this pen and rapin’ the page
I mean actually placin’ my dick right on the fuckin’ paper
It’s such a beautiful sensation
Kinda like takin’ two foster kids away from their home
Oh wait, I mean their chambers
I’m runnin’ in this race and I know that I’m gonna make it
I barely even know what lap I’m on but that’s okay ‘cause
I know I’m gettin’ close, almost at the finish line
Bout’a erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y’all better fuck with this shit, I’m bout’a take you out on
A trip inside my notepad, a journey through my mind
‘Cause this my life and know that
(It’s the hard knock life)